Thanks!

 

A couple of well-meaning people contacted me through my "False Hope" blog.

Trying honestly and very kindly to help me contact all the sites that I have already done numerous times to get a vaccine to ward off COVID-19!!!

Decent wonderful human beings doing this for me.

No problems most would say.

Then why do I feel like they think I am inadequate, incapable, and down-right dumb?

As I said, in my first sentence, these are more than lovely people, they sincerely care... the fault, I guess that one can say lies within oneself!

DUH!

Of course, I reassured each one of those kindhearted friends that I am CAPABLE, I WATCH THE NEWS, AND ... what that their help made me misinterpret the kindness for thinking I am a dotty old sicko gal that doesn't know which way is up or down, due to my ailments! 

Of course, no one thinks that except the twit who responded to my calling a local pizzeria a super spreader due to none of the employees wearing masks and its owner thinking covid is a hoax!  

His response stated what our idiot governor has been saying, 'masks are not necessary, nor mandated!"

And that it is the cleanest restaurant in our county and they sell quality food... I checked his Facebook page and he works there; talk about a coincidence!

I told him that after he suggested I stay home, which I do, but Hubby goes out and picks up our take-out, and he only goes to the restaurants that follow the CDC guidelines which are many in our county!

I also mentioned that even though it isn't mandated it is ignorance to think a restaurant would not be a super spreader without following healthy guidelines!

So there, as I stick out my adult tongue at the fellow whose age I also found out was in between my own sons' ages! That means nothing, but sadly he has no idea what he says, while my sons do know!!!

I sent him info on COVID-19; hope he reads it.

Moving on...

Today Hubby is changing out the laundry-room/garage interior door.

The scary part is when it is off for him to notch out the hinges, the handle, not knob we have all elongated handles in our home, more easily accessible for all people. Scary due to my fear of the rodent gaining entry once again!

The old door had splintered on the hinge side. 

The actual interior door to our foyer is closed tight, and that is how we have our laundry/mudroom is as if it is a vestibule to the garage. And it is that door that is down until the new one is put in its place... Hubby determined our rodent was now living back in the garage since no foam pieces had been disturbed or even the live trap nor bait to it on the laundry room side. While the garage trap had food bait eaten, but nothing and no one in the trap!

Hubby took pictures of the damaged door.

Tomorrow the completed project!

And so we must go for now...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant night.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here, or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say Good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia but American-made. I will comply anyway for the fun of it,... so I will say Good Day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. And without a second thought, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,...some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd but,...as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though tipping the scales around seventy pounds, HA! A very big one! 
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

                            3 months................................................3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018. 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for Australian shepherds, only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. The middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards as well as difficulties...We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in from my previous family, stating, that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

And please don't forget me, I am Chance a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady came out to see if I had a chip with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!